I DO NOT OWN STRANGER THINGS. I ALSO DO NOT OWN THE LYRICS TO HUSHABYE MOUNTAIN. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE SHERMAN BROTHERS.

Hawkins, Indiana.

(Billy's POV)

Over the next couple of weeks, Billy Hargrove watched as Agent Tyrone Seibert began to regain full control of his arms. Now it was time to work on repairing his legs. The physical therapy on his legs had not been so easy. He struggled to even stand on his own two feet. Walking was practically impossible. Eventually, Billy had to acquire a cane just so Agent Seibert could stand for periods of time. With the cane, Seibert was able to take a few steps, but movement was still difficult. As he was attempting to walk one day, Billy was trying to engage in conversation with him.

"So, the government basically had you giving people brain damage just so that they could cover their own asses?" He asked.

"Yes." Tyrone grunted as he continued to hobble. "I did what they wanted me to."

"Did you ever say no?"

"Of course not, what good would that have done? If I had refused, they would have just gotten rid of me and find someone else who would do it." Billy sighed as he watched Agent Seibert hobble with his cane. He had never really liked the man to begin with. Now the more that Billy learned about his houseguest, the more he was wishing that he had just left him in the ditch where he had found him. Billy Hargrove may be an asshole, but he was no where near as bad as this son of a bitch. At least, that was the opinion that he had.

"Your legs ain't doing too well." Billy pointed out as Seibert shot him a dirty look.

"You think I don't know that?" Tyrone snarled as he smarted through the pain. "I am trying my best, I have to get my strength back. I am going to make that freak and her precious Wheeler pay!"

"I get why you're so Hell bent on getting read of the freak, but what's the deal with Mike Wheeler?" Billy inquired. "What did he do to you that was so damn bad?"

"Trust me, he needs to suffer and I am going to make that boy live out his last hours in complete pain and total agony." the agent insisted.

"That ain't good enough, if you want my help. I want answers. No more lies, no more secrets. Why do you hate Mike Wheeler?" Billy continued to ask until Agent Seibert could take it no more.

"BECAUSE HE HAS NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH!" He screamed in fury. "He needs to suffer. It is not fair that he has a family and a little bitch that loves him and I do not!" Billy's eyes grew quite wide at this outburst.

"No shit, you're jealous of Wheeler." He decided as Seibert shot him another death glare.

"I am not jealous of that little shit. Actually, I am trying to do him a favor." He replied as Billy gave him a strange look.

"OK, you're gonna have to explain that one to me." He said as he sat down. "How exactly are you helping Mike Wheeler by putting his little super powered bitch to sleep?"

"He is young, life has been too kind to him." Tyrone explained. "He needs to learn that the world is not all sunshine and Eggos. It is a cruel and terrible place. The sooner he understands this, the better off he will be." Billy stayed silent as Agent Seibert kept hobbling about, leaning on the cane. remembering all that he had lost.

Baltimore, Maryland. Seven years ago.

(Agent Seibert's POV)

It was past five in the evening as Dr. Tyrone Seibert pulled into the parking lot of his quaint three story home. As he got out of his silver Dodge viper, he could smell the smell of delicious things coming from the house. As he opened the door, the smell of spaghetti and meatballs hit him like a truck. As Dr. Seibert made his way into the kitchen, he found his wife Shawanda, waiting for him.

"Hey handsome, how was your day?" She asked as they shared a kiss.

"It was good baby." He replied, not wanting to tell her about the lobotomies that he had performed. As Seibert helped set the table, his 5 year old daughter, Latisha, ran into the kitchen.

"Daddy!" She squealed as she ran into his arms.

"Hi baby girl, how are you?" He asked as he picked her up in his arms.

"I'm good." She said as he carried her to the table where they ate a delicious meal of spaghetti and meatballs. After dinner, everyone got ready for bed as Tyrone gave his daughter a bath, put on her pajamas, and read her a bedtime story. As he put the book away, he kissed her good night.

"Good night angel." Dr. Seibert said as he went to turn on the music box that he had gotten his daughter for her third birthday.

"Good night daddy." She said as she went to sleep. Seibert smiled as he began to sing her a lullaby.

A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain, softly blows o'er lullaby bay.

It fills the sails of boats that are waiting, waiting to sail your worries away.

It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain, and your boat waits down by the key.

The winds of night so softly are sighing, soon they will fly your troubles to sea.

So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain, wave good-bye to cares of the day.

And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain, sail far away from lullaby bay.

As Tyrone turned out the lights in his daughters room, he had no idea of the horrors that awaited his family. Horrors that he himself would perpatrate.

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